Christmas decorations with the Bear family.

Yes, I know my child is privileged to have won the genetic lottery. Yes, I know she is pampered and spoilt. Yes, I know she needs to learn about how lucky she is and how much less the other kids, indeed most children around the world, have. What she has, she has nothing to be proud of, for neither she nor her parents can ascribe it to pure hard work. And that her entitlement is showing.

I agree with that. And that. And all of the other. And her mum and I speak to her about it as much as possible and try and inculcate a feeling of empathy and an acknowledgement of her privilege so that she does not grow into an entitled adult. You see, we are trying to square the circle by giving her the best childhood we can while emphasising that none of this is truly deserved in the sense that word is used normally.

But for now, for 35 seconds only, can we keep all of that aside and simply enjoy her room (where she lives upstairs with her mother), a room she decorated for Christmas, and wants to show off? Thank you.

If you have anything to say about how this is a vulgar display of privilege and wealth, kindly say it in your minds. And know that I am with your on that. I don’t disagree. I am simply trying to forget that for 35 seconds and be happy for my child.

P.S.: All the sense of style, all her tastes, her fashion, and her sensibilities, manners, and discipline are courtesy, her beautiful and graceful mother, who is herself quite the style icon within her own friends and family. I had little if any, role to play in it.

P.P.S.: I understand that the preamble was longer than the post. And I hope you understand why. Because not only are there many here who will see it the way I have described, but anyone who knows me will know that I do not necessarily disagree.